Victorious (19 page)

“Like this?”

“Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock squeezes into the tight space that’s already compromised by the plug. I want to watch her come alive when the plug begins to vibrate. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.

She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effort for her to relax and allow me in when there’s almost nowhere for me to go.

I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.

“I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.

“Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.

I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.
 

Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. I reach under my leg for the remote and turn the plug on high. As the first vibrations register with her, she slams down on me, taking me to the root. She goes wild, crying out as her body adjusts to me. I wonder if she even knows she’s having one orgasm after another. Between the tight grip of her muscles and the vibration that’s right up against my cock, I’m fending off my own orgasm.

Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.

“Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.

“Look at me, Natalie.”

She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.

“How you doing?”

“I-I’m… I don’t know.”

“Feels good?”

“Feels full. Really, really full.”

“What am I doing to you right now?”

“Fucking me with your great big dick.”

Holy shit. She’s incredible. Those words from that sweet, sweet mouth make me crazy. She gives me more than I ask for every damn time. “That’s my girl,” I say gruffly. “You know what I like. Now move your hips.”

She rolls forward and then backward, sending me deeper than I already was.
 

“That’s it. That’s the way. Faster now.”

Her hand curls around my neck, and she picks up the pace, the combination of her tight heat and the insistent vibration nothing short of combustible. When her eyes close and her head falls back again, she bites her lip. That’s when I know she’s trying not to come.

I reach between us and find her clit hard and full. The mere touch of my finger makes her gasp. “Not yet.”

“Can’t hold it back.”

“Yes, you can. Don’t stop.” I leave my finger there to make sure that every forward stroke of her hips will bring her clit into contact with my finger.

“Please,” she whispers.

“You can come now.” I bring her lips down on mine to smother the sharp scream that accompanies her release. She thrashes against me, and I hold back as long as I can before I join her, letting go as she collapses into my arms, utterly spent. When I’ve recovered my breath, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
 

She opens her eyes and blinks twice.
 

“Welcome back.”

“How do you do this to me every time?” Her voice sounds gravelly and rusty from screaming.

“What did I do?”

She laughs and shakes her head. “You know
just
what to do.”

“Are you tired?”

“I’m wrecked. Utterly and completely ruined.”

“Then I’ve done my job as your husband and as your Dom.” I kiss her and look down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed and worn and sweaty from our loving. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her. “Get some sleep. We still have a couple of hours to go.”

“Only if you’ll come sleep with me.”

I have scripts to read, proposals to review… A million things I’ve let slide in the last few weeks. I’m so far behind, I may never catch up. But my wife wants me to sleep with her? I’m there.

“Let me clean up our clothes and check on Fluff. I’ll be right back.”

By the time I crawl into bed with her ten minutes later, she’s out cold.
 

It’s raining when we arrive in LA, where we’re met by Seth and Josh, who drive us home to Flynn’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I guess his house is my house now, too, which reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask him for a while now.

“Did Valerie live here?”

He pauses midway through opening a beer. “Not really. She never actually moved in. We spent most of the time we were married filming the only two movies we were in together back-to-back.”

“So those aren’t her plates? The sheets on the bed?”

“Mine and mine alone. Everything in this house is mine, and you should feel free to change up anything you want to make it yours, too.”

“That’s nice of you. Thank you.” I pause before I ask the one question that has been weighing on me for days now. “If she never lived here, how did she know about the room in the basement?”

He puts the beer on the counter and leans his hip against it, crossing his arms. As always, the topic of Valerie raises his hackles. “After we wrapped the second film, we were talking about finally moving in together, officially, when I decided I should tell her about it. I showed her the room, which was much less elaborate then than it is now. Obviously, it was a huge mistake to take her down there, because she had no desire to understand me or what’s important to me.”

“She has no idea what she missed out on.”

He stares at me in that intense way he does so well. “When you show me how badly you want to understand me, it gets me,” he says softly, “right here.” He lays his hand over his heart. “I actually
feel
it.”

I go to him and kiss him, caressing the stubble on his jaw. “I know that feeling. I get it, too.”

Putting his arms around me, he holds me for a long quiet moment.
 

“Have I completed my punishment?”

“Oh damn, I forgot all about that.”

I raise my head, intending to chew him out for forgetting, but he’s laughing. He hasn’t forgotten anything.
 

“You’ve done a great job with your punishment, sweetheart.”

“So how do I get this thing out of me?”

“Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. Slide to the end of the bed with your legs as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be right there to help you out.”

“Are you serious? We’ve had sex—wild, monkey sex—three times today already. You’re going to break me.”

“Who said anything about having sex? You said you wanted the plug out. That’s all we’re doing.”

Crossing my arms, I eye him skeptically. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”

He takes a drink of his beer. “I have no idea. Now isn’t there something you’re supposed to be doing?”

I shake my head in frustration and amusement. Clearly he enjoys keeping me off balance in this new arrangement of ours. Still wondering what he’s up to, I go into the bedroom, where a rack of clothes is waiting for me—gorgeous dresses in various lengths and colors. And shoes… pair after pair of delicate, beaded, open-toed shoes, posed on top of their boxes.

“Flynn!”

He comes to the door, Fluff along with him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, but what’s all this?”

“Tenley dropped that off for you. We’ve got the Oscar nominee luncheon Monday and the Nominees Night celebration at Spago Monday night. She’ll be here that morning to help you get ready.”

“Is there some sort of list I could get of all these events?”

“I’m sorry. Yes, of course. I’ll ask Addie to get you something and make sure you’re included on all the emails going forward.” He pulls out his phone. “What’s your address?”

“It was my school address. I need to get a new one.”

“We’ll set you up with a Quantum address. Addie will take care of that for us.” He punches in a text and then grimaces. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Emmett texted me. The meeting with the FBI agent is on for Monday morning.”

“Okay…”

“It’s not okay. We had nothing to do with it, and they’re wasting our time.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s just talk to him and get it over with.”

“It’ll have to be early. I want you to have enough time to get ready for the luncheon.”

“I can do early.”

He sends off another text, presumably to Emmett, and puts the phone in his pocket. “I believe you were supposed to be doing something in here. I’ll leave you to it.”

“But… You still want to do that? Now?”

“Why not now? Your punishment has ended, and it’s time.”

“You’re not angry? About the FBI?”

“No, I’m not. We didn’t do anything, so we have nothing to be angry about, other than the inconvenience of it all. If you’re asking if I’d ever take anger or frustration or anything like that out on you, the answer is a definitive no. If I were truly angry about anything, having to do with you or not, I’d never lay a hand on you. You have my word on that.”

“Thank you for saying it, but I already knew that.”

With a quick nod, he turns and heads for the door. “I’ll be back. Be ready.”

As an independent woman, it should raise my hackles to be told what to do in that brusque tone. But it doesn’t raise my hackles. It turns me on because I know when he talks to me like that, pleasure will follow.
 

I go into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. Even though my body is sore and tired, I experience the now-familiar signs of arousal. I remove my clothes, and since I expect him to make me wait anyway, I decide to take a quick shower. After covering my body in the citrus-scented lotion that Flynn loves, I go to the bed and get into the position he’s requested.

My bottom is at the edge, my legs are propped apart, and I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting. That’s when the vibrating begins.
 

Damn him! He’s taking full advantage right up to the bitter end. If the vibration weren’t so arousing, I’d laugh at how he’s playing the game. But there is nothing at all funny about the way the vibrating plug sets my body on fire. Even after everything we’ve already done today, I’m primed for more by the time he enters the room, stopping the vibration with his arrival.
 

He has also showered. His hair is damp, he’s naked and fully aroused. “I love the way you do whatever I ask, that you’re game for anything.”

“I love that you’re sharing this side of yourself with me.”

“Even when I punish you by making you wear a plug for hours?”

“Even then.”

“You’ve been a very good sport.” He drops to his knees and flattens his hands on my inner thighs, pressing them farther apart.
 

I wince at the tug of overused muscles protesting the movement.

“Are you sore, sweetheart?”

“A little.”

“We were kind of crazy today.”

“We’re newlyweds. We’re supposed to be crazy.”

“There’s crazy—and then there’s today. I don’t want to push you too hard or too fast.”

“I know how to put a stop to it if I need to.”

“I like to hear you say that, to know you get it.”

I feel the scrape of his stubble against my inner thigh.